This incident which i’m going to share happened in may-14 summer holidays write your feedbacks to I’m going to narrate this experience in tamil so... I can connect to emotions very well to tamil readers.Annaiku saturday nite na ennoda relative vituku poga redhills bus stop la wait pannitu irundha adhu oru temple village saturday nite so romba rush a irundhudhu bus stop time 8.30 aiduchu bus vandha madhiri theriyala bus stop la neriya peru andha ooru bus ku dha wait pannitu irundhanga andha ooruku. He cries as the wind spirits pull him this way and push him that way and then lift him to the sky’. ‘How do you know he cries, Pa?’ ‘I feel him cry, little one. I have never seen Falcon’s tears but I have seen the sparkle of the sun in his clear, wet eyes and sometimes a sparkling trail behind him if the sun is just right.’ ‘If he cries, Pa, what happens to his tears?’ Pa, always the patient teacher said, ‘Follow me, little one.’ Tanya bounded along trying to keep stride with her grandfather.. Good bye! [Click.]." I was back on the line at noon, begging her to go steady. She took pity on me and accepted my ring.The next few months were the best of my life. Sharon and I were inseparable. Our love blossomed. We talked of marriage and a life together, named our kids, and plotted our future. When we set a date--two years off--we made formal announcements. My feet never touched the ground. I never touched her in a sexual way, and she never offered any services to me. We did, however,. Bess handed Anne the razor and showed her how to grip it with the handle between her fingers, rubbed some more soft kitchen-fat soap on the boy's other cheek, and then stood back. "Now girl, stretch his skin like I showed you and then slide that blade right down his face. Don't take off his ear. Hold it gently; not too tight." She chuckled, a deep rumble, and Billy smiled at her. His beard was dark and heavy, like the curly hair on his head and, like many black Irishmen, his eyes were.